While the grand old reason Pulls out its tether While you lay black and blue Under the weather The dark tries light Dips its toe in the water And faith means death Time’s cruel younger daughter And you sing songs of the rhyme and the reason Press your weary face to the glass of the season With hope on your breath And a prayer in the evening Well if you believe I believe you’ll be leaving But you much like I don’t know where When we die we will go So we cling desperate fingers Onto life And we’ll all miss you to death When you go All the crow lands wild On the lung of our youth While the rain beats hard On the slates of the roof Where you just try to sleep In a haze of medication On New Year’s Eve Through the sound of elation In the bastard’s home is a hospital bed Where the life drains so gladly from your greying head Oh I’m so broken down that I can not be made I’m just so fucking sorry that you are afraid But like you I have tried for so long Not to cry That I don’t even know if I can when you die But I’m sure as damn hell I’m gonna try Oh I am sure as damn hell Gonna try